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Alexander smiled brightly at him, a twinkle in his eye as the other man admitted to his approach being surprising. “Then I’ve succeeded in my endeavor,” he teased, an effortless look on his face as he raised his brows. Of course, being around Finnegan made his pupils dilate and his heart rate increase, but he forced himself to ignore it. Easily done, after all.

Just like he ignored the pain of Finnegan’s reminder that he shared no similar feelings to him. The disappointment showed briefly, just barely, in his eyes, the edges drooping some, the light dimming. Even his smile seemed a bit more like crumbling plaster. However, the compliments paid to him made it brighten once more and he allowed himself to laugh lightly, his head tipping back. The long-haired man allowed himself to rest a hand on Finnegan’s upper arm, letting it slip around as he leaned against him, leading him to take a turn about the library.

“As ever, my dear Finnegan, you flatter me,” he replied. “Though I can only hope that maybe I can serve as a way for you to decide to at least [i]try[/i] to consider dating men. As I am sure you are well aware, I am perfectly capable of being a man’s first foray into relationships with other men, and I am told I make a rather wonderful lady.”

He glanced over at Finnegan, then over at Alyssana to view the woman who had previously been on Finnegan’s arm. “She’s rather pretty, your…Evelyn.” [i]Play nice, Alexander, and let him lead the flirting.[/i] “Though indeed why you expected me to be anything less than the best dressed is beyond my comprehension. I considered something far more…elaborate and…decorative, but after of course learning the location was to be so…” Alexander made a face. “Well, visibly and audibly unpleasant, I could only do my part to not look too outlandish or garish.” He gave Finnegan another bright smile. “Though I intend to host at least two of my own masquerades this year, and you simply [i]must[/i] be in attendance, with or without whatever pretty young thing you have on your arm at that time.” [i]Though I could only hope and wish in the greatest of follies it were me.[/i]